After being saved from a fire by Mr. Incredible, a stranger comes to stay at the Incredibles household. This fiery teen immeadiately captures Violet's heart, but she's playing with fire. Will she get burned? T because of language in future chapters

A/N: Hello, and welcome
once again to another chapter of my Incredibles fanfic, Playing With
Fire!
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the disclaimer, and then on with the chapter!!

Disclaimer: I do not,
have never, and probably never will own the Disney/Pixar movie The
Incredibles. But I do own Michael!! (Huggles Michael) He's MINE!! ALL
MINE!!! I KNOW A HITMAN!!!!

Violet awoke to a bird
chirping outside her window. As soon the fact registered in her
groggy brain that she had fallen asleep, she bolted upright in her
bed. A quick look around her room re-affirmed the fact that she
already knew: Michael was gone.

Violet heaved a sigh.
She knew that he would leave, but somehow, she still felt betrayed.
Michael had entered her life and left it, all in a single night.
Defeated, she got out of bed, reluctantly trudging out into the
house.

Her mother Helen
greeted her as she shuffled into the kitchen. Also seated at the
table were Dash and her father Bob.

"Good morning
Violet!" Helen chirped as soon as she saw her daughter enter the
kitchen. Violet yawned in response.

"Say, where's
Michael?!" Dash asked excitedly, jumping up from his seat.
Violet let her hair fall down over her face, while Bob just grunted
and picked up the morning's newspaper.

"He must still be
sleeping," Helen said, seemingly unaware of both Violet's and
Bob's reactions. "I'll go check." Just as she was about to
get up to look for Michael, a knock came at the door.

"I'll get it...."
Violet mumbled. Walking over to the door, she flung it wide open, and
was met by a grinning Michael, carrying a duffle bag over one
shoulder.

"Yo!" Michael
shouted happily. Violet stood at the door, staring for a moment.
Before she knew it, she had dived at him and wrapped her arms around
him. "Umm.....nice to see you too," Michael said awkwardly.
It was then that Violet realized just how close she was to him, and
just what she was doing. Pulling away quickly, she blushed furiously,
and looked over to see Michael's face tinged with red.

"You're looking
chipper," Bob observed, glaring over the top of his newspaper at
Michael.

"Yeah well, it
turns out that my stuff is all okay, so why shouldn't I be happy?"
Michael asked, patting the duffel bag slung over his shoulder. "It
all survived that fire! Can you believe my luck?" he said, the
last sentence having only a slight undertone of sarcasm, detectable
only by Violet. Bob let a smile appear on his face, which looked more
like a grimace. Michael just grinned back at him. With a grunt, Bob's
face disappeared behind his newspaper.

"Well, I kind of
had to dig through a bunch of rubble and ashes to get to my stuff,"
he explained.

"Why don't you go
take a shower, Michael?" Helen suggested. Michael responded by
dumping his bag in the corner.

"That's not a bad
idea. Can you direct me to the bathroom?" He asked, taking off
his leather jacket and boots. Helen pointed him in the direction of
the bathroom, and Michael set off. A minute later, the sound of
running water could be heard, and steam was pouring out from under
the bathroom door into the hallway. Apparently, Michael liked his
showers very hot. Dash was running circles around the room again,
while Violet was trying to keep her thoughts centered on something
other than Michael in the shower.

"Oh darn,"
Helen said suddenly. "I forgot, there aren't any towels in the
bathroom. Would you take some towels in for Michael, Violet?"
Violet started choking, even though there was nothing in her mouth.

"Um.....OK...."
she choked out. Grabbing some towels from another room, she headed
back to the bathroom. It's OK, it's OK..... Just open up the door,
put the towels in the bathroom, and leave. Simple, she reassured
herself. Taking a deep breath, she put her hand on the doorknob, and
pulled it open..........

"I...uh.....brought
you some towels..." she muttered, holding the bundle up for
Michael to see.

"Well....thanks...."
Michael replied, taking the bundle of towels from her. Violet stood
frozen to the spot. Michael raised an eyebrow at her. "Shouldn't
you be going now?" he asked, a hint of a smile on his face.

"Wha?
Er.....right," Violet stuttered, backing out the door. "Sorry!"
she called, just before shutting the door. Once outside the bathroom,
Violet dashed into her room. As soon as she shut her door, she dived
onto her bed, hiding her face in the blankets. "That was so
embarrassing...." she mumbled. The door clicked behind her, and
she rolled over to see Michael standing in the doorway, wearing a
fresh pair of jeans and a t-shirt that read: "Fallen".

"And here I
thought Dash was the speedy one....." Violet mumbled. It had
probably been less than a minute since she'd dashed out of the
bathroom.

"Listen, perhaps
you should knock next time?" Michael asked. Violet blushed,
hiding her face in the pillow. Michael placed a hand on her shoulder,
and leaned in near her ear. "If you don't, I'll have to see you
sometime," he whispered, giving her shoulder a playful shove.
Violet blushed a deeper shade of red, and heard the door shut behind
her as Michael walked out, laughing.

"He.....he......"Suddenly,
a light bulb clicked on in Bob Parr's head. "HE KNOWS WE'RE
SUPERS!!!" he proclaimed dramatically. Bob had expected shock or
surprise, but even he wasn't prepared for the look of horror that
settled on Helen's face. Just as she began muttering and gesturing
wildly, running around the kitchen, Michael stepped into the room.

"Sorry, couldn't
help but overhear," he began, watching with satisfaction as both
adult Parrs froze. He laughed, a smirk appearing on his features.
"Don't worry though. Like I told Violet, I'm not against supers,
and I'm not going to expose you guys." He raised an eyebrow when
the Parrs gave him suspicious looks. Sighing, he sat down in one of
the kitchen chairs. "It's a long story..." he began, but
stopped abruptly. Putting a hand to his chest, he collapsed against
the kitchen table, his face twisted in a grimace of pain. Violet
chose that exact moment to walk in the room.

"What's going on?"
she asked, looking from her stunned parents to Michael's limp form
against the kitchen table. Michael jumped up suddenly, staggering
towards the door.

"I'll be back in a
minute!" he choked out, rushing out the door, Violet chasing
after him. Once Michael got out into the street, he stopped. Snapping
his fingers, a huge ball of flame shot forth from his hand. Pulling
his arm upwards, he sent a thick, twisting column of flame into the
air. He continued sending flames everywhere for another few minutes,
before finally stopping and falling to his knees in the middle of the
street. Once Violet made sure flames weren't going to continue
shooting from him, she rushed over to Michael.

"Are you OK?!"
she asked him. Panting, Michael raised his head. He didn't reply for
a bit, and when he finally did, his words were broken up between
gasps for air.

"My....powers......build
up. If I....don't.......use them.....enough......they get........too
built up," he gasped out. Taking a few deep breaths, he pushed
himself to his feet. "My body's like a furnace with an endless
supply of fuel. If I don't let some of the fire out, it builds up and
gets dangerous. Not to mention it hurts like hell," he
explained. Just as they were about to head back inside, someone in
the house next to the Parrs opened up their window, and stuck their
head out to yell at Michael about the commotion. "Who's that
guy?" Michael asked Violet, pointing.

"A new neighbor,"
Violet said. Michael gave the man a strange look.

"It's funny, he
looks a lot like my dad," he mumbled. He continued staring at
the man for several more moments, before jumping backwards with a
strangled cry. "Holy hell, that IS my dad!!" he shouted.
Violet stared wide-eyed at her new neighbor. What a tangled web we
weave......... she thought. Violet turned to Michael, and was
about to say something, when a giant bird claw came down, snatching
up a nearby car. Looking upwards, Violet saw what had to be the
biggest eagle that had ever lived, carrying the car off towards the
city. Before she had even turned around to run into the house to
throw on her super suit, Dash came running out, dressed in his super
suit, closely followed by Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl. As Violet
headed towards the house, she saw Michael speeding off in the
direction the bird had gone, apparently having hot-wired a car to
drive to the city. Violet went inside, quickly donned her super suit,
and ran after Michael and her family.

Arriving,
unsurprisingly, last at the scene, she was startled by the sight of a
huge, dead bird just inside of the city. It was obvious that the
bird's death had been brought about by burning. Her family was
staring at Michael in amazement as she made her way towards the giant
carcass. Dash was the first to recover, speeding excitedly around
Michael's legs.

"How'd you do
that?!?!" he exclaimed, zooming faster and faster in the same
small circle. "THAT WAS SO COOL!! How'd you DO that?!?!?!!?"
Michael was desperately trying to get away from Dash, so Violet
offered some help by setting up a force field in front of Michael,
which Dash promptly crashed into. "OW!!!" Seizing his
chance, Michael quickly jumped away from the small blonde-haired boy,
before he had the chance to start running around again.

"So, how DID you
do that?" Mr. Incredible asked, his normal glare towards Michael
replaced by a look of curious puzzlement.

"Isn't it obvious?
I'm a super!" Michael explained with a satisfied smirk. Just
then, a small, bespectacled woman came rushing over.

"That was
marvelous, dahling!!" the woman, more commonly known as Edna
Mode, shouted. Grabbing Michael's wrist, she began dragging him back
towards her car. "You must come to my studio right away!"
Michael protested heavily, but Edna seemed to have gone temporarily
deaf. And so, struggling all the way, Michael was forced into Edna's
car, and driven off to her studio.

"It's just my
middle name, I don't-" Michael began, but was quickly cut off by
Edna.

"Have you ever
fought crime before?" she asked him.

"Yeah, actually,
I-" Michael started, before Edna cut him off again.

"What name do you
go by when you are crime-fighting?"

"Well, I don't
really have a name for crime-fighting....." Michael mumbled.
This caused Edna to leap up, grabbing a nearby rolled-up newspaper.
Beating Michael over the head with the newspaper, she began shouting.

"All right, all
right!!" Michael shouted from behind his arms, which he'd thrown
in front of him to protect himself from the wrath of Edna and her
newspaper. "How about I just go by my middle name?"
Huffing, Edna sat down, picking up her sketch pad.

"Yes, yes, that
will do nicely dahling," she mumbled as she began sketching
furiously. After about two minutes of sketching, Edna closed her
sketchbook with a satisfied smile. "You will go now, dahling.
Your suit should be ready in a few hours," she said quickly,
pushing Michael towards the door. Once Michael was out into the
hallway, Edna slammed the door, leaving Michael to wonder what had
just happened.

For about three hours,
Michael waited in the hallway. Just as he had fallen asleep, Edna
threw open the door, causing it to bang his head and wake him up.

"RABBITS!!!"
he shouted, jumping up. "Buh?" he mumbled, blinking a few
times when he saw Edna. Edna quickly brought him back to his senses
by slapping him with her newspaper.

"Wake up dahling!
It's ready!" she shouted excitedly, slapping him a few more
times with the newspaper.

"I'M AWAKE, I'M
AWAKE!!!!" Michael shouted angrily, snapping his fingers and
sending Edna's newspaper up in flames. He grinned with satisfaction
as Edna dropped the flaming paper, jumping backwards. Laughing, he
strode past a glaring Edna into the room.

After taking him
through all the security measures, Edna led Michael to the display
room for her new suit. Clearing her throat, she turned on the lights
to show Michael his suit. The shirt was made of black leather, with a
high collar, and it didn't fasten until about Michael's stomach,
which would make the shirt reveal a fair portion of his chest. It
also looked like a piece of bondage gear, with many almost
randomly-placed straps and buckles on it. The shirt also included a
flowing red cape that would fit completely over his hands and arms,
and what appeared to be black-feathered angel wings attached to the
back of the shirt. The suit came with a belt, and black pants. They
looked like they were made of leather, but upon closer inspection
Michael realized that they were made of some sort of odd fabric he'd
never seen anywhere before. Edna began explaining the features of the
suit to Michael.

"Your suit can
withstand temperatures of up to five thousand degrees, and the wings
allow you to fly. Light-weight, durable, and machine-washable
dahling, it is also completely bullet proof. The fabric for the pants
is a material of my own invention: soft as silk, but tougher than
steel, they make an excellent and fashionable pair of pants dahling,"
Edna drawled out as Michael stared at the suit in fascination as a
demonstration took place, showing that it was indeed bullet-proof and
capable of withstanding fire.

"It's AWESOME!!!"
Michael shouted excitedly. "When can I try it on?!" he
asked, a child-like delight shining in his eyes.

"Right now
dahling," Edna said, pressing a button. A robotic arm grabbed
the suit, pulled it over to Edna and Michael, and dropped the suit
neatly in Michael's lap. "There's a changing room right over
there, dahling," Edna said, pointing. With a grin, Michael sped
off.

He returned a minute or
so later, looking drop-dead gorgeous in the suit. "So, how do I
work the wings?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at the
large black wings on the back of his shirt.

"Well, it's simple
dahling," Edna began explaining. "Jumping into the air will
activate the flying mechanism. To fly, you just lean in the direction
you wish to go. If you wish to go higher, straighten yourself and put
your arms to your sides. To hover, straighten yourself, but keep your
arms out." Edna rushed over and shoved Michael's clothes into
his arms, then began shooing him out of the room. "Now you will
go dahling. The guards will help you out of the building." With
that, Edna pushed him out of the room and slammed the door.

Outside of Edna's
studio, Michael pulled himself up on his hands and knees, spitting
out dirt. "Help me out my ass!!" he shouted angrily. "Yeah,
well /this/ is what I think of your stupid guards, lady!!!" he
yelled back at the building, raising his right hand in a one-fingered
salute. Huffing irritably, he tucked his clothes under his arm and
jumped up. The wings worked just as Edna had said. Michael flew back
to the Parrs house, crashing into things such as buildings and
traffic lights along the way. That night on the news, there was a
story about many citizens hearing "phantom cursing" above
them during driving.

Back at the Parrs'
house, Michael collapsed on the front porch. "Finally!" he
shouted, raising his hand to knock on the door. Before he got it all
the way up however, the door flew open, hitting Michael in the head.
"ARRGH!!! SONUVA BITCH!!!!" he shouted, clutching his head.

"Oh my God,
Michael!! Are you OK?!?!" Violet asked frantically.

"I WAS until you
HIT ME IN THE HEAD WITH THE DOOR!!!!!" Michael shouted, angrily
jumping to his feet. Ignoring Violet's stammered apologies, he
stormed into the house, and went directly into Jack-Jack's room.
Grumbling, he threw off his shirt and stretched out on the floor,
falling asleep almost instantly.

The next day, as fate
would have it, was a Monday, which meant school for the Parr
children. Michael of course had to tag along too.

"But I don't want
to go!!!" Dash shouted angrily over his cereal as Helen rushed
about, gathering her children's various school supplies. Michael came
trudging out of the bathroom, eyes heavy despite the shower he'd just
taken. He was dressed in black jeans and a black t-shirt that read
"Wrath Envy Pride Lust Sloth Greed Gluttony" on the front,
and had "Heaven to Hell" over a cross on the back. Yawning,
he plopped down in the chair next to Dash and stole his cereal.

"HEY!!!" Dash
shouted.

"Tough luck kid.
Should've been watching," Michael said as he shoved cereal in
his mouth. Dash simply glared at him as a large yellow vehicle pulled
up outside of the Parr house.

"There's the bus!"
Helen called, rushing her children out the door, followed by Michael.
One by one, they boarded the bus. Dash chose a seat in the front of
the bus, while Violet and Michael trudged to the back.
Unsurprisingly, they sat down in the same seat. Michael yawned and
leaned his head onto Violet's shoulder, causing Violet's face to turn
a brilliant shade of red.

"Umm....."
Violet mumbled. She soon realized it was useless when she heard
Michael's slow, rhythmic breathing that was an indicator he was
asleep. Sighing, Violet looked out the window, waiting for the bus
ride to end. Her aimless staring was interrupted when Tony Rydinger
boarded the bus, taking the seat next to Violet and Michael.

"Hi Violet,"
Tony said quietly. He stared at Michael for a moment before
continuing. "Who's your friend?"

"Well,
umm.....that is...." Violet stammered. The bus stopped in front
of the school, saving Violet. "Oh look, we're here!" she
said nervously, jumping up and forcing Michael's head to drop onto
the seat.

"Huh? What?"
Michael mumbled sleepily, pulling himself up and looking around with
half-lidded eyes. "Oh, we're here?" Standing, Michael
yawned and stretched, then followed Violet off the bus and to the
entrance of the school, leaving a baffled Tony behind.

The morning passed in a
blur of girls coming to gawk at Michael and ask him questions while
Violet stood awkwardly off to the side. It wasn't until lunch that
any real conversation came Violet's way, and it came from the last
person Violet wanted to talk to: Tony Rydinger.

"Violet, listen,"
Tony began, having cornered her in the hall while Michael was being
harassed by a harem of girls after his phone number. "I've been
thinking about it, and I decided that splitting up wasn't a good
idea." He leaned in far too close, obviously intent on a kiss.
Violet was luckily saved by Michael, who had somehow managed to break
away from the group of girls to walk over to Violet and Tony.

"And what are you
going to do about it, tough guy?" Tony challenged him, standing
at his full height and puffing out his chest. He was still shorter
and less intimidating than Michael though. Michael gave an evil
chuckle, accompanied by a twisted smile, which sent shivers down
everyone's spines.

"Oh, something
like....this," he said nonchalantly, snapping his fingers
and igniting Tony's hair.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
Tony screamed, running around in circles and beating his head. Violet
laughed while Michael sprang into action.

"Oh my God!
Spontaneous human combustion!! We've got to put that fire out!!"
Michael shouted, beating Tony over the head with his fists. Tony
finally lost consciousness, and Michael quietly snapped his fingers,
causing the flames to disappear.

Tony was carried into
the nurse's office, where he remained until the last class of the
day. Violet, however, wished he would have just stayed in the nurse's
office where no one could see him, since now a large chunk of his
hair was missing, making him extremely unpleasant to look at.

DUN DUN
DUNNNNNNNN!!!!!!! And there is the end of chapter 3. Yeah, Tony is
now bald. I really enjoyed having Michael set Tony's hair on fire, if
you couldn't tell. I'll try to get the next chapter up sooner, since
this one took ridiculously long.

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